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Once there existed a metal metropolis, wrapped up in the cotton wool of its environment and nature, and peculiarly large fauna. It festered there and it was in itself that the iron corroded, the coal went to slag, the wood rotted. It sought after a thirsty drop of hope when the people came home, and some maintenance. The specter of decision of all things loomed upon them, and it was a world of green versus the purple skyscrapers, bungalows and suburban flats skimming the borderline, drenched in the abyss of failure and yet still succeeding at failing. Failing marred a deeper and deeper wound; the earthly clock made this heard every ten or so days with a new problem in the sewers, or a road upturned by small grasses. No nimbus stood above nature as it went about its duties. By roleplaying here: you participate in the boons and the shortcomings of this fuchsia concrete jungle; besides some of the native trees breathing in the ebullient and thirsty carbon dioxide for sugar and resilient lichens stamped across the higher walls: the environment is highly manufactured.
The three surpassed the alley that stood on the top of a steep assiduous hill, and they were: two contemporaries and their objective apprentice. All three narrowed their eyes and cut up the telephone pole before them in their senses . They analysed the essential infrastructure with great intensity as to draw Empirically data from the eye-opener sketch. He looked deep into the synthetic sign which looked like a burning tachism of the world of silhouettes: the electrical storm, that world's Armageddon.
Maintenance crews, sluggish about their job, discussed more and did less. One presented their hand in a medium insufficient to break down the pole: Stu. Outplayed like a star was the whole of his hand, and his tool was void or air. It whistled at the pole. There was a slight caliginous crackling noise, which sounded like the roar of a leonine wooden fiend. The power line started to descend in a tragic last dance. Wood here, had faculty, as it indoctrinated the whole knowledge of the power, of that sweet electrical cogency that ran the town. Verily: it was the very ambrosia central to the respiration of culture and conversation in the town; in a similar instant: it had fatally maimed istelf, and culture sat belated. The wire, by descending: snapped, and blinding bolts and sparks flew everywhere. Culture spilt over the road. On the pavement now, with accretion, were ferreting metals and broken particles, incinerating in the primordial wire. Around this, nuggets of timber, sharp but soft and foamy, and with curious stippling impressions, were but flecks of the engineered jigsaw of the pylon. It was bent-double, and by cutting its back: it had expunged its viable posture.
Stu was impressed that he may have just taken out the power of an entire rural district called Blood. Banality of this "impressive" feeling he received and Stu's aloofness remained controversial among his closest friends: Earl and Coppernicus, who were engineers who ran the power distribution show; at the time they were quite near and exchanged eaten looks as they bit their nails to a mechanic's error. they found themselves at the jowls of a conundrum beyond their wildest figurative phantasms.
There the three stood, on the tarmac transit, perceiving the log from different perspectives. Earl noted a spongy and effervescent hole, and concluded that after all it was to no fault of them but an insatiable gluttonous woodworm or three or four. They exchanged ideas and decided to locomote to the other stations of interest: similar poles that might bear the same woodworm-curse that were nearby. This deed was outside of their occupation and assignment: to check and analyze only one post. Nonetheless: that post that they had been sent to investigate had long since belated itself by being agape to the jowls of woodworms. Thus spoke the newspaper articles to them: "Woodworms bring worry to power line conservatives."
Just now had the pest struck their first touchdown, and as a reward: there was nothing. In fact: they were cajoled to do the opposite. Stu mumbled, low and lost like the last will of a dog, at a blunder of design on the concrete pavement as their shoes wore in against the rocks.
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video-picture that was projected into the world of light. Any talent
he had was dimmed behind his eyes. Culture was stored safely in his foot.
He pursued Earl. In Earl's hand and on in Earl's mind: he seemed to have
Having completed this perception: Earl and Stu felt no less relieved of position but now possessed fatal healing cogency that would undo the anti-progress of the vile of demeanour. Stu produced a wrench from his pocket and shifted the totalled pole towards Earl. Choices were quickly filtered to only be those of resonant and salubrious utility, and it was no later that this value to repair and commend became stapled to and crystalized in Stu's spanner
Earl corrected Stu; he outplayed his hand and suggested "Hey, you might want to try a different tool. That probably won't fix it."
Earl continued to look at Stu for a spell with a caliginous and phlegmatic expression. "People are going to wonder what we're doing here in no time at all".
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These rules are the only laws that are set in stone. Any other physical laws or philosophical theorems needn't apply. When "Gravity is valid": it means to say that it has been proven to be logically and fundamentally sound, which also necessitates that forces be logically sound. Any other axiomatic principles did not take precedence over the theorems founded above. As this is a collaborative website: this is where someone may post a law of physics that will be taken as logically and fundamentally sound and an actual facet to reality. Otherwise: the roleplay will continue to develop without these elements